Two people, standing still amongst the rubble,
Both silently staring up at the sky.
Clouds, the color of sadness, cause the rain,
Before long, it will rain down on me.
Before my eyes, the treacherous answer comes again,
I stand in these depressing scenes until I'm exhausted.
Flood of tears...
It seems like the feeling I believed in was washed away by the rain,
My thoughts reflect a body.
Children follow the rain without stopping,
They see the dreams of tomorrow without fear.
Before my eyes, the treacherous answer comes again,
I stand in these depressing scenes until I'm exhausted.
Flood of tears...
I can't see anything... the truth is piled up.
I can't see anything... whether you're here or not.
That blinding thought that's crumbling,
engraving my expired fate
Before my eyes, the treacherous answer comes again,
I stand in these depressing scenes until I'm exhausted.
Flood of tears...
I can't see anything... the truth is piled up.
I can't see anything... whether you're here or not.
I can't see anything... where is the broken string?
I can't see anyting... I fumble and grope along, hunting for it.
That blinding thought that's crumbling,
engraving my expired fate
